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Subject: {ASSM} Story: My Surprise Present (fict, MFF, smoking, creampie)
Date: Mon,  3 Jun 2002 16:10:07 -0400
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This story depicts unsafe behaviors and is only a fantasy.  Don't do
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   My Surprise Present (fict, MFF, smoking, creampie)

   
   My stories are based in reality and on real experiences.  So let me
start by describing my wife, Kelly.  At 5'8", she has a very
attractive build with great 36C breasts and curves in all of the right
places.  Her figure is very womanly and attractive, and although she
won't be modeling on a runway anytime soon, she looks great in sexy
attire.  She has medium length dark hair, sometimes tinted auburn or
red, and very sexy, full lips.  I'm not going to say she'd be a
Penthouse Pet next week, but Kelly is a very good-looking woman and
gets compliments from all my friends.  This is a fantasy story about
what might happen for a special birthday celebration...

   It was a chilly winter day and I was deeply engrossed in the
program I was tweaking, successfully ignoring the howling wind
rattling my windows, when my telephone rang.  I picked it up without
checking the caller ID and was pleasantly surprised to hear the voice
of my wife, Kelly.

   "Hi honey, how are you doing?" she inquired.

   "I'm fine.  Just trying to get a couple more things done on the
program so I can show it to the client tomorrow.  What's up?" I
replied.

   "I wanted to make sure you don't make any plans for Friday night,"
she told me.  "I'm planning a little something for your birthday and I
want to celebrate it on the weekend."

   I told her that was fine, and we chatted for a couple more minutes
before hanging up.  My birthday wasn't actually until the following
Monday, five days from now, but celebrating on a Monday is kind of
lame, so I was perfectly happy to bend the weekend to that purpose.
Besides, I was glad that Kelly was making some special plans in
advance.  Sometimes, with the holidays so close, I feel like my
birthday becomes an afterthought and not an event in its own right.
Of course, as Kelly well knows, the main thing I want for my birthday
is a hot night of sex with her going all out to drive me wild.
Unfortunately, the past two years in a row had been fairly weak in
that regard, with her on her period and tired from work both years.
But this year she had finished her period last weekend, so I knew that
wouldn't hold us back.

   The next two days were a blur of long hours working on the
software, and then an intense meeting where the client scrutinized
every detail and function of it before pronouncing it "excellent".
After many hours of hard programming, and days of client needs
analysis, I was finally ready to send them a final invoice and move on
to my next project.  Before I knew it, Friday evening was upon us.

   Kelly told me to put on a nice pair of slacks and a merino wool
sweater, as we were going out on the town for dinner and dancing.  I
complied quickly, dressing in a gray wool pair of pants and a fine
black turtleneck sweater I had picked up last year, finishing it off
with a high gloss black belt and pair of buckled shoes.  Kelly likes
this combination because it has a very urban European look to it.
After that, it was my job to simply stay out of the way while she took
her time getting ready.
 
   Finally, about 45 minutes later, Kelly emerged from her
ministrations.  Showered, legs shaved, made-up and dressed, she made
quite an entrance.  Actually, I smelled her before she opened the
door.  She had liberally put on my favorite perfume and it instantly
tickled my senses.  I like it because it is the perfect all-woman,
sexy, classy, but not over-the-top scent for an evening out; she likes
it because every time she wears it, half a dozen men ask her what it
is so they can buy it for their wives/girlfriends.

   Kelly was wearing a relatively short black skirt with a high slit
on the right hip, and a tight lacy top that allowed me to see her bra
underneath it.  For modesty at dinner she held a button up silk
cardigan to go over it.  She had on a funky new pair of sheer nylons
that had a distinct fishnet pattern running through them, and I could
see from a slight telltale bump on each thigh that she was wearing
them with a garter belt.  Finally, she must have gone shoe shopping as
she often does, because she was wearing a new pair of boots I hadn't
seen before.  They were a soft black leather that came just above her
calf and added about three and an half inches to her height with their
wedge heels that were the width of the boot, but very slender from the
side.  They were sexy, yet sensible for the cold outdoor weather.

   Lighting a cigarette, she sauntered over to me and gave me a kiss.
"How do I look," she inquired archly.
 
   I told her honestly that she looked fabulous.  Her makeup was sexy
as always, and her outfit was stunning.  She smiled, pleased, and
looked out the window to see our taxi pull up.  I helped her into her
coat, grabbed mine, and off we went.

   Since we live in the city already, it's often much more convenient
to take a cab out than to drive.  Kelly gave the driver the name of a
restaurant I had heard a bit about in one of the local events
publications.  It was supposed to be a really good French and Indian
fusion cuisine with a lot of atmosphere, and I'd wanted to try it
badly.  As we were driving, Kelly was running her hand up and down my
thigh lightly.  She asked the driver if it was all right to smoke in
the cab, and then pointedly lit up while looking at me.  She knows it
excites me to watch her smoke and often uses it as a ploy to turn me
on when she has ulterior motives.
 
  Snuggling up against me while letting her hand continue to roam my
leg, she asked me what I had in mind for the evening.  I told her I
expected we would have a nice dinner, go out dancing for a while, have
several drinks until we both felt nice and happy, and then go home for
some hot sex.  
 
   "What kind of sex?" she teased me.
 
   I told her I didn't want to jinx it or ruin her plans by guessing,
but I hoped we would get out some of her toys and maybe do a double
penetration with them, or maybe she would feel like tying me up and
teasing me for a while.  Kelly gave me a secretive smile and murmured
in my ear, "Is that all?"

   I didn't get a chance to respond to that challenge because the taxi
pulled up in front of the restaurant just then.  Kelly gave the cabbie
fifteen dollars and we hopped out.  At the door of the restaurant, she
gave them our name for the reservations she had apparently made, and
an assistant host took our coats as another led us to our table.  I
was not disappointed as we looked around at the interior d cor.  The
restaurant was very modern, with a lot of brushed metal fixtures and
dark wood furnishings.  The tables were close enough to feel intimate,
but far enough apart to keep private conversations that way.  Soft
ethnic-influenced electronic music pulsed from hidden speakers, and
the wait staff was dressed impeccably.

   We ordered drinks and turned our attention to the menus.  After
making our selection, we turned to small talk and chatted about our
respective days, and some of our holiday plans.  However, Kelly never
let the discussion stray for too far or too long without giving me
some innuendos or flirtatious talk to remind me that she was planning
a very good time for us tonight.  She assured me that I would be
surprised, and that she had a special present in mind for me tonight,
and it was something that we hadn't tried before.  I was left in
basically a constant state of aroused tension, wildly curious as to
her intentions.  Usually I am the more assertive of us in bed,
bringing home a new sex toy or porn movie, or suggesting a new
position or kinky twist.  But I am also very open telling Kelly about
my turnons, even when I know they aren't likely to be fulfilled, so
she has a long list to choose from of ways to please me if she wants.

   When the food arrived, we turned our focus to eating.  The chef was
amazing.  His dishes were beautiful to behold and delicious to devour.
As usual, Kelly and I spent as much time snaring choice morsels from
each other's plates as we did from our own.  Between our own hunger
and the delectable nature of our entrees, all conversation was
mutually halted until we finished cleaning our plates.  The waiter
came over and cleared out table, taking our order for cappuccino and
cheesecake at the same time.
 
   "While, besides the fun we're going to have later, I also got you a
present to open," Kelly told me, handing me a small wrapped box.  I
opened it up to discover a beautiful Swiss Army watch.  I was shocked,
because it had to have cost a thousand dollars, and while we're doing
pretty well financially, we don't usually spend anything approaching
that on gifts for each other.  But Kelly knew my other watch was
getting a little older and scratched up - in fact, she had given it to
me for out first Christmas almost 7 years earlier.  The new watch was
a combination of brushed nickel and silver, and like most Swiss Army
watches, was both classy and high-tech in appearance.  It had multiple
hands for various timing and date functions.  I noticed one of the
hands was slowly running backwards and Kelly followed my eyes.
 
   "It's the chronometer," she explained.  "I set it earlier today so
that you would know when it was time for your 'surprise' tonight."
 
   Interpreting the hands, I realized there was a bit less than three
hours left on the timer.  I grinned to myself, realizing that Kelly
had really put a lot of thought into her preparations for this
evening.  Part of my fantasies is always an element of preparation, a
savoring of the anticipation that comes from a seduction plan
meticulously crafted and executed.  However, it's usually me, and
rarely Kelly doing the planning and executing.

    We settled the bill, and Kelly disappeared into the ladies room to
reapply her lipstick.  I collected our coats from the front, and when
she emerged, we headed out into the brisk air.  Kelly confidently led
me down the street a couple of blocks, then over one, and halfway down
another.  I followed contently, since she obviously knew when she was
going.  She lit a cigarette as we walked and I watched her exhaling
the smoke into the cold night air.  After a quick five minute walk,
and before we had time to get too cold, we arrived at a new nightclub.

    I hadn't heard the name of this one yet, as there are a lot of new
places popping up in this rapidly revitalizing section of the city,
but obviously the word had gotten out.  There was a line half a block
long already and it was only, as I checked my new watch, 10:00.  I
dismayed at ever getting in, but Kelly had obviously made
arrangements.  I watched her hand the doorman a bill and he cut the
line for us and opened a section of the velvet rope to let us through.
Once inside, he led us along a moderately crowded dance floor to a
very cozy booth that had a 'reserved' card on the table.

   "Wow," I commented to Kelly, "You went all out setting this up for
me, didn't you?"
 
   She smiled wickedly and told me I didn't even know the half of it.
Since we were still a little full from the dinner, we decided to sit
for a while and have some drinks while doing some people watching.  We
both love checking out the people around us; since neither one of us
is a jealous sort, we can enjoy looking at attractive people and
seeing them interact.  Actually, Kelly is even great about pointing
out hot women to me - she isn't bisexual, but she recognizes beauty in
both sexes.  Tonight there was an abundance of good-looking people
throughout the club.  It was obvious that the management let in more
women than men, since the ratio was a bit off.  And the women were by
and large very sexy, and scantily clad in tight club wear.  The men
were all good looking too, and well dressed.  
 
   I felt Kelly's lips near my ear and smelled a hint of her smoky
breath.  "What do you think of her," she asked, pointing towards a
sexy redhead who was grinding her ass into a guy on the dance floor.
I said she was pretty hot, actually.  "She has really big tits,
doesn't she?" Kelly commented.  I gulped.  This was awfully sexy,
checking out a woman's breasts as my wife urged me on.  "That one is
sexy too," Kelly said, indicating a slender brunette with a skintight
white tube top that revealed her hard nipples even in the dim light of
the club.  "I bet she picks someone up tonight and fucks their brains
out," Kelly continued.

   I ordered another drink as soon as I could.  Kelly was going to get
me riled up awfully quickly if she kept acting this way.  She added a
cosmopolitan onto the order as well, along with a pair of shots.
While we waited for the drinks to arrive, she continued pointing out
sexy women and couples to me, discussing their tits, ass, or lips, and
speculating on the bulges in the mens' crotches and whether the ladies
they were with could handle all that cock.   She was sitting very
close to me during all of this, although the semicircular booth was
small enough that only half dozen inches were open on either side of
us.  Yet she was easily able to fondle my thighs and crotch discreetly
under the table while we talked.  I realized that at some point when I
was watching one of the girls she pointed out that Kelly had removed
her sweater and was now sitting in the tight lacy shirt I'd seen
earlier.

   Our second round of drinks arrived, along with the shots.  Kelly
lifted her glass and pretended to think of a toast, then proclaimed
with a look at herself and a glance at the crowded dance floor, "To
going home with a beautiful woman!"  That was a toast I could heartily
drink to, staring at my wife's sexy chest bulging under the lingerie
top.  We tipped our glasses and plunked them down empty on the table.
 
   Suddenly, Kelly called out to a blonde who was slowly passing by
our table.  "Sarah!  Sarah, over here - It's Kelly!"  The woman
glanced over and smiled warmly.  I was trying not to stare, since she
obviously knew my wife, but Sarah was a knockout.  Several inches
shorter than Kelly, and very petite, Sarah had a slender waist and
disproportionately large breasts.  Where Kelly is a solid 36C and
fills a shirt nicely, I had to guess Sarah on the large side of a 34B,
maybe even C.  With her tiny waist though, and in the tight wine
colored halter-top she wore, her tits looked very large to me.  Her
hair was shoulder length and free flowing, and quite a light shade of
blonde.  She wore a glittering silvery miniskirt and a wine colored
pair of high-heeled boots that matched her top.  Her makeup was really
different; she used an icy palette that left her lips silvery pink and
very wet looking.

   I broke off my inspection, hoping that I hadn't been too obvious,
as Sarah reached our table.  Kelly introduced us.  Apparently Sarah
was a co-worker at the company Kelly was contracted at.  I remembered
hearing Kelly mention going to lunch with her a few times recently,
but we hadn't met previously.  Kelly explained to Sarah that it was my
birthday celebration and Sarah gave me a friendly congratulatory kiss
on the cheek, wishing me a happy birthday.  Kelly invited her to sit
down for a drink, sliding over to the edge of the both.
Interestingly, that left me no choice but to squeeze towards the
middle and let Sarah in on my left.  Since the booth was so tiny, we
were all squeezed tightly together and I could feel each of their legs
pressed against mine.
 
   Kelly made a joke of the situation, "This is every man's birthday
dream come true - sandwiched between two hot women with drinks on the
way!"  We all laughed heartily, although I was struggling to control
my erection, because it was a little too close to the mark.  Sarah was
making abundant small talk with me, slyly asking if Kelly had given me
my present yet, or if she was saving that for "later".  Her tone was
light and flirtatious, but it was clear that she knew how to tease a
man - she was very big on intense eye contact when talking to me.  I
tried to intentionally miss the innuendo out of mild embarrassment and
instead showed her my new watch, noticing that the timer had moved
below the two-our mark.  Of course, Sarah noticed it too; a watch
spinning backwards is fairly obvious.  She made me explain that Kelly
had set it so I would know when her real present was scheduled, and
Sarah grinned naughtily.

   While we were chatting, Kelly had ordered another full round of
shots and drinks.  Actually, she had gotten five shots and a drink for
each of us.  The extra shots, she explained, were to help Sarah "catch
up" since we had been drinking earlier.  Sarah led the toast this
time, "To good friends and hot times in cold weather," and we all
drank.  Kelly teasingly suggested I should "feed" Sarah her other two
shots so she couldn't delay them until later.  The first one went down
easily.  They were served in a tall, slim tube, so I placed it at her
mouth, she put her lips around the end, and I lifted the glass while
she swallowed.  The second one wasn't so smooth.  I started the same
way, but as I was lifting it, Kelly slid a hand under the table and
gave my cock a squeeze.  Surprised, I jumped a bit and ended up
letting a trickle of the clear liquor spill down Sarah's cheek and
neck.

   I felt bad, but there was no way I was going to explain that one,
so I scrambled to grab for my napkin.  Sarah covered my hand with hers
to pause me and ran a finger up her neck to collect the drip, then
slowly licked her finger off.  "No sense wasting good alcohol," she
giggled.

   By this point I think we all had a pretty good buzz going, and the
ladies wanted to dance.  A lot of guys are reluctant and will only go
out to the floor if they are forced to.  I actually enjoy dancing; in
fact that's how Kelly and I met in the first place.  So I only feigned
a resistance for a minute until they each grabbed one of my hands and
pulled me out to the floor.  The music was some great European trance
techno, pulsing and powerful, with a very danceable rhythm.  We made a
little circle between the three of us and started dancing around.
Occasionally Kelly would grab my hips and grind into me a bit, or run
my hands over her hips and ass.  Then she would teasingly push me
towards Sarah who would grab my hips and do some pumping and grinding
of her own.  I tried vainly to control the erection that was growing
down my leg in the tight pants I wore, but as both of the women danced
around and brushed up against it I know it was fairly obvious.

   After a half hour or so, Kelly excused herself to go to the
bathroom and order more drinks.  Sarah said she wanted to dance some
more and asked me to keep her company, and Kelly urged me to.  Sarah
was a good dancer and knew how to flow back and forth from dancing on
her own a few feet in front of me to sliding back until she was
pressed against me wiggling her ass to the beat.  I was kind of
nervous and so I wasn't really getting into it as much as normal,
which must have been obvious.  Sarah pulled my head down to her face
and yelled in my ear so I could hear her over the music.
 
   "I thought Kelly said you were a good dancer!"
 
   "I am, I was just..." I tried to think of a good lie.
 
   She grabbed my ass and pulled me against her until I could feel her
firm breasts pressing hard into my lower chest.  "Then show me!" she
demanded.
 
   I decided, what the hell, it's just dancing and Kelly did tell me
to stay out here and entertain her.  I let myself go and get into the
music, and the soft womanly figure in front of me.  As she stepped
away I spun her around and pulled her in to me, running my hands up
her legs, her sides, and lifting her arms above her head.  I could see
hear breasts lifting in that position, and got a great view of her
cleavage through the halter-top.  She continued her arms backwards
until they clasped around my neck and then held on as we danced for a
bit.  As the music sped up, we moved through various positions and I
was able to discover that Sarah wasn't wearing a bra as I ran my hands
over her back.  Later, I realized as I brushed my hands past her ass
that I couldn't feel a panty line either.  My cock stiffened more at
that discovery, and with all of the awkward timing possible, Sarah
chose that moment to close the gap between us and squeeze tightly
together for a grinding finale to the song.  I knew there was no way
she missed feeling my hardness pressed firmly against her ass for that
time.

   I looked over at our booth to see Kelly sipping at a cocktail and
smoking a cigarette.  She waved at me with a grin on her face.
Feigning tiredness, I told Sarah I was ready for a break and a drink
and she agreed.  When we got to the booth, I slid in next to Kelly and
she again moved over to create space for Sarah to sit next to me.  I
certainly wasn't going to complain about being between them again, but
it was a little funny that Kelly was putting me in that position.
Sarah reached down and took a cigarette from Kelly's pack and looked
at me expectantly.  It took me a minute to get the hint, and then I
reached down for the lighter and lit it for her.  Exhaling, she smiled
at me, "What a gentleman you are!"

   I glanced down at the watch - an hour fifteen to go.  We spent the
next forty-five minutes having a couple more drinks, until we were all
feeling extremely good.  In fact, I had a serious buzz going but the
women were just on the happy and relaxed side of drunk.  Not sloppy in
any way, but their inhibitions seemed to be reduced considerably.  It
seemed that one or the other, or both, was smoking almost constantly
as they began a fairly risqu  conversation about their favorite sexual
positions.  I learned that Sarah's favorite was to be on top of a guy,
either vaginally or anally, riding him.  Kelly was distractingly
fondling my thigh as Sarah spoke.  Then Kelly explained that she liked
having me eat her pussy while I worked a thick dildo into her.  I was
drunk enough to be only mildly embarrassed at that, thankfully.  I
noticed a hand playing with my other thigh now, and tried to figure
out how Kelly was touching me there without me noticing her arm.  Then
I realized it must be Sarah.  This conversation was probably getting
her pretty turned on, and she didn't have anybody with her to touch.
She had drunk enough that she might not even realize what she was
doing.  I decided not to embarrass her by saying anything, since it
really wasn't fair that Kelly got her all worked up without a guy to
help her out anyway.

   When Sarah asked Kelly (not me!) what I liked, I felt her hand
lightly brush across my dick.  Involuntarily I looked at her and she
stared me right back in the eye.  I realized she might not be as drunk
as I thought and gulped hard.  When I felt Kelly start playing again
with my thigh, I thought 'Oh shit - what if they bump hands?'  But
interestingly enough, they each kept their touches subtle and offset,
never having a close call or hitting each other that I could tell. 
 
   Kelly started to respond to Sarah's question.  "Biff likes a lot of
things.  I don't even know where to start.  I know, for example, that
he would love to have a threesome with me and another guy, and double
penetrate me..."  I started to protest; it was true, and she knew it,
but I was embarrassed by her saying so.   She continued over me,
"Don't try to get out of it, why else would you bring home those DP
videos and use two dildos on me at once?"  Lighting another cigarette
for herself and Sarah, she continued, "Let's see, he also likes eating
me out after he has fucked me - I guess that's called a creampie.  But
his number one turn on must have been getting to him a lot tonight."
 
   At that point, I knew she was going to do it to me.  I knew she was
going to reveal my smoking fetish and put my neck out on the block.
And she did.  "Biff loves watching women smoke, and kissing them when
they're smoking.  I even smoke during sex sometimes to drive him wild,
and outside of all that I don't even smoke!"  I waited for Sarah to
say she thought that was weird, or get embarrassed since she and Kelly
had been smoking steadily in front of me for nearly an hour.  But her
reaction wasn't what I anticipated.  She merely said, half-question
and half-statement, "Really?" as she took a drag.  "And he likes not
just watching but kissing as well?" she clarified.
 
   Kelly said sure, and exhaled a stream of smoke before pulling my
mouth to hers.  She pressed her lips into mine and kissed me, gently
working her tongue in between my lips until she could probe my mouth
with it softly.  We kissed for several long seconds before she broke
it off, and I could feel a hand tickling my crotch at that point, but
I have no idea whose it was.

   "Wow," said Sarah.  "That was sexy as hell!"  I could see her
looking at my mouth hungrily, and she made a point of taking a puff
with an open mouthed inhale.  From behind me, I heard Kelly joke that
maybe later, she'd let Sarah try that herself.

   The word later triggered a reaction within me and I looked at the
chronometer.  It was down to twenty minutes.  I could feel Kelly's
eyes follow my line of sight and looked up guiltily.  Kelly remarked
to Sarah, "I promised Biff some hot surprise sex tonight when that
clock wound down, and I think he wants to hold me to that promise."  I
tried to evade the situation and recover, saying I was having a great
time and not to worry about the watch.  Of course, she was dead right,
and I was torn.  I was having a lot of fun and between the sneaky
touches Sarah had slipped me, and watching her sexy body and beautiful
face, I didn't want to leave.  However, I was highly stimulated and
needed to fuck badly and that meant it was time to ditch Sarah and get
home with my wife as fast as possible.
 
   Kelly suggested a third option that was both good and bad.  She
invited Sarah back to our place for a glass of a fine wine she had
chilling for later, and a few cigarettes she said with a smirk towards
me.  Sarah said that sounded great, as long as I didn't mind.  Of
course I said "Not at all!  Let's go."  But I was definitely feeling a
little mixed about it.  We weren't going to make the schedule, I
guessed, but so be it.
 
   We hailed a taxi and squeezed into the backseat.  Automatically in
the middle by this point, I put my arms around each woman to create a
little more space and they comfortably snuggled into my chest.  "He
has nice arms, don't you think," asked Kelly.
 
   "He sure does, and his chest isn't bad either," complimented Sarah
as she leaned her head on my left pec.  

   I could see the driver peering at us in the rearview mirror.  I'm
sure we made quite a sight, one guy between two sexy women cuddling on
him.  I whispered to the ladies that the driver was watching us.
Kelly suggested we give him something to stare at then.  She tilted
her head up and kissed me, slipping her tongue into my mouth and
moaning softly in pleasure.  Then she broke off the kiss and turned my
face towards Sarah.  "Go ahead," she giggled quietly, "He's checking
you out."
 
   It was kind of weird and I was a little apprehensive kissing
someone other than my wife, but she was encouraging me, and after all
we were fucking around with the driver so it didn't really matter.
Sarah looked up at me and parted her silvery-pink lips slightly.  We
each leaned forward a bit and then we were kissing softly.  It started
out mainly with lips touching, but after a minute or so I slid my
tongue into her mouth and touched hers with it.  It was very different
kissing another woman, but it turned me on immensely.  I realized
after almost a minute that we had been kissing much longer than I had
kissed Kelly, and I gently separated us.  Sarah whispered to Kelly,
loudly enough for me to hear, "Too bad I didn't have a cigarette..."
 
   I could see that the driver was really checking us out now at every
stoplight and told the ladies so.  They smiled and lazily roamed their
hands about my body, touching my arms, chest, legs, and occasionally
my crotch.  They also kissed me two more times each, both more
aggressively than before.  As we neared the turn for our street, I
found myself wishing that we lived a lot farther away because this had
definitely become the best cab ride ever.  Just before we stopped,
Kelly and Sarah lifted my arms from their shoulders and pressed my
hands to their chests, so that I was cupping one of each of their tits
in my palm.  I couldn't focus on anything else, feeling their
distinctly different sizes and softness, while their nipples pressed
into my palm like small pebbles.  Finally the driver cleared his
throat and we opened our car doors.  Sarah insisted on paying the
fare, and the driver looked at me as he prepared to drive away.  
 
   "You are one lucky dude, brother," he said as he pulled away.
"It's his birthday," the ladies called after him in unison.  I
unlocked the front door to our condo and ushered the women inside.
"Oooh, you have such a cute place," gushed Sarah as she handed me her
coat.  "Why don't you give Sarah the tour while I get the wine,"
suggested Kelly.
 
  Our condo isn't all that big, so a tour doesn't last very long.
Sarah had already seen our living room, so I showed her our small
dining room, our newly remodeled kitchen, and my office where I spend
most of my time working.  Then I pointed out the all-important
bathroom.  Finally I led her to the doorway of our bedroom.  Sarah
gave me a wink and said she was sure that would be the busiest room in
the house tonight.  When I brought her back into the living room,
Kelly had already set out some full wineglasses.  With a quick glance
at each other, both of the women reached into their purses and took
out their cigarettes.  As they lit them, my watch started beeping.  I
realized the timer had run out.  It took me a minute to figure out how
to silence the beeps, and I tried to recover by joking, "You two had
better be careful; you've been teasing me all night and my timer just
went off!"
 
   Kelly flashed a naughty grin at me.  "He's right, I did promise him
some hot sex when that alarm went off."
 
   Sarah smiled an equally wicked smile.  "Well a promise is a
promise.  You're going to have to sleep with him."
 
   "But I said there would be a surprise involved, and I have sex with
him all the time," countered Kelly.

   "Well then maybe I should help you fuck him," proposed Sarah.  "You
haven't shared him with another woman, have you?"
 
   At this point, I think I tried to say something, but they both
looked at me calmly and ordered me to "Be quiet."
 
   "Well, no.  He is my husband after all...  Have you ever fucked a
married man before?" Kelly wondered

   Sarah said, "Yes, once, but his wife had set it up as a threeway.
We both fucked him together."

   I noticed their banter was getting cruder, and there's something
about two sexy women using the word "fuck" that is awfully hot -
especially when they are basically talking about you!

   Kelly looked at me.  "Well, do you want to fuck Sarah?  You already
know what her tits feel like, and you've kissed her.  And she's been
playing with your cock all evening."
 
   I wasn't sure how to answer.  Of course I wanted to fuck Sarah, but
was it safe to tell my wife that?  I was starting to understand that I
had been set up this evening, but it was still a little surprising to
me.

   Sarah slid closer to me on the couch.  "I think he's having trouble
adjusting to this, Kelly.  Maybe I'd better simplify it for him."  She
took a long drag on her cigarette and slowly exhaled, saying to me,
"I'm your surprise present.  Happy Birthday."  Then she put her hot
smoky mouth to mine and began kissing me assertively.  She turned her
lower body more towards me and swung one leg over mine so that she was
straddling me.  She kept kissing me, running her tongue all around my
mouth and letting me taste her.  Her hands roamed freely up and down
my body now, touching and squeezing me.

   I saw Kelly sitting on the loveseat next to us, smoking and gently
rubbing her pussy through her skirt.  That was my last reassurance
needed.  I lifted my hands to Sarah's chest and began touching her
breasts while we kissed.  Her tits were firm and shaped well even
braless.  I untied the halter from her neck and let it fall to reveal
the sexy mounds I'd been looking at all night.  She had a decent tan
even in December, obviously from a booth, and no tan lines.  Her
nipples were hard and her areolas were nicely wrinkled and tight from
arousal.  I started sucking on them one at a time, coaxing even more
hardness from them.  I felt Kelly's hands reach down and unbuckle my
pants, drawing down my zipper, and releasing my cock finally.
 
   Sarah slid down onto the floor in front of me and took my cock in
her hand.  She expertly rubbed the head across her lips a few times
then plunged the first few inches of my shaft into her mouth.  She
stopped with less than half of my cock between her lips and began
bobbing on it slowly and sucking hard.  The vacuum pressure she
exerted on me caused my to swell up even more.  Gradually, she took
more and more of my cock into her mouth, until she had pressed 7" of
me into herself.  I could feel my head hitting the back of her throat.
Glancing over at Kelly, I saw her staring intently at Sarah's pink
lips encircling my member.  She had pulled her skirt up and was now
alternating between rubbing her clit furiously and pushing two fingers
deep into herself.  "Suck his entire cock, Sarah!  Take the last
inch," she demanded hoarsely.
 
   I felt Sarah's head rise slightly and then she pushed all the way
down.  I felt my cock fully engulfed in her mouth, and her lips were
pressed firmly against the skin of my pelvis.  Her tongue was slowly
stroking the bottom of my cock like silk in a breeze.  Then she began
mouth-fucking me with long strokes.  The feeling was intense, and
watching my wife smoke and masturbate while her sexy friend blew me
was fantastically arousing.  I warned Sarah that I was close to coming
and she redoubled her efforts.  True to my word, I erupted with all
the jism that had been building up in my testicles since she had
arrived at the club that evening.  I could feel her tongue and cheeks
gently sucking every last drop out of me.  She swallowed some of it
right off, because I left her with quite a mouthful.  But then Kelly
looked at me and told me I wasn't through yet, and that they were
going to make sure I got hard enough to fuck shortly.
 
   She pulled Sarah towards her and leaned forward.  Then my
cock-loving wife, the woman who fast-forwards through lesbian scenes
in porn movies, leaned forwards and began french kissing her blonde
friend.  It was a sloppy kiss, as Sarah shared the remnants of my seed
with my wife.  They kissed passionately for a couple of minutes, my
come smearing across their faces, and when they finally broke off,
Kelly made a point of swallowing obviously to show that she had gotten
the last of my load.  I was easily back to a semi-hard state right
away, although it would be a few minutes before I would be ready to
perform.  Sensing this, Kelly led Sarah off to the bathroom with their
purses to wipe up and reapply their makeup.

   A few minutes later, Kelly called me from the bedroom.  The women
were lying on the bed, smoking and fondling each other's tits.  They
were both naked from the waist up, and wore only their garter and
stockings (Kelly) and sheer black thigh-highs (Sarah) below.  I could
see Sarah's closely trimmed pubic hair revealing that she was in fact
not a blonde, although the color suited her well.  Kelly's neatly
groomed pussy was as delicious looking as always.  They had fixed
their icy pink and dark red lipstick respectively, and looked
positively amazing.
 
   "Honey, come eat us for a while," requested Kelly.  I eagerly dove
in and found her cunt to be wet and sticky from her arousal.  I sucked
at her clit and ran my tongue through her folds several times until
she was moaning in pleasure.  Then, responding to the gentle pressure
on my head, I let myself be pulled into Sarah's moist sex.  Her cunt
was beautiful as well, with a tasty sweet flavor that was slightly
different than Kelly's slight tanginess.  I ate her pussy with vigor,
enjoying her new taste.
 
   The women moved me back and forth a couple more times, once each
pulling me up to kiss their wet tastes into each other's mouths, until
I could no longer distinguish between the mixed flavor of their
nectar.  Then Kelly told me to fuck Sarah.
 
   I started on top, spreading her legs with my thighs, and pressing
the head of my now recovered cock into her opening.  She gasped as the
head slipped inside of her, and I fucked her slowly with shallow
strokes, just popping the head in and out.  I reach down to thumb her
clit at the same time.  Unlike Kelly, who is not multi-orgasmic, Sarah
began popping mini-orgasms immediately.  I could feel her shuddering
as I teased her clit while refusing to penetrate her more than two
inches.  Finally, she slid to one side and rolled me onto my back.
Climbing on top, in her favorite position according to her earlier
statements, she placed the head of my prick at her damp opening and
steadily sat down until I was fully wrapped with her skin.  As she
rose to slide me out and repeat the process, I could feel her cunt
walls gripping me tightly and stretching to hold me inside.  

   Sarah began fucking me in earnest, tweaking her own nipples and
rubbing at her clit.  Meanwhile, Kelly was kissing me from beside us
and rubbing her own pussy.  She waited patiently, looking into my eyes
while I fucked another woman, and helping diddle Sarah's clit with her
fingers when it was obvious she was approaching an orgasm.  Sarah,
relieved of touching her own vagina, started pulling both of her own
nipples hard as her clenching twat rode me.  I could feel her muscles
fluttering as she drove herself through a series of mini-orgasms until
a deep, powerful come shook her entire body.  Her fresh juices leaked
freely out of her pussy around my dick.

   Exhausted, she rolled off of me and Kelly took her place.  Kelly's
familiar cunt was sopping wet and she slipped me into her easily.  I
was still very aroused from Sarah's intense explosion and Kelly played
on that to drive me higher.  She started talking dirty to me as she
pounded me in and out of her riding cunt.  "You liked fucking my
friend didn't you?  Kissing her and then me, touching our tits,
sucking our pussies...  You'd probably like to watch me lick her
pussy, and watch me pull her blonde hair to hold her head in my
crotch, or fucking each other with those big dildos..."
 
   Kelly was using every trick in the book to drive me wild, as if I
could be any more turned on by this point.  Finally she pulled off all
of the gloves and virtually forced me to fill her aching cunt.  "Come
in me," she commanded.  "Come and then I'll sit on Sarah's face and
let you watch her lick me clean.  Watch your come leak out of me and
into her mouth.  Come for me!"  The image was electrifying.  I felt my
groin bunch up and release, blasting spurt after spurt up her snatch.
She gripped my dick tightly with her vaginal muscles, coaxing every
drop out, then pulled off of me and swiftly straddled Sarah's face.
As Sarah's tongue slipped out to part Kelly's pussy lips, Kelly
released her muscles and let a stream of my sticky semen ooze out of
her crack into Sarah's waiting mouth. 
 
   Sarah swallowed rapidly, licking and sucking Kelly until she came
fiercely, grinding her clit into Sarah's face and smearing her
lipstick.  Come, cunt cream, and saliva covered Sarah's mouth.  Kelly
slid off of her and pulled all three of our heads together for a messy
kiss.
 
   Exhausted emotionally and physically, I thanked the women for a
wonderful birthday surprise.  Kelly and Sarah began laughing, and I
demanded to know what was so funny.  "We haven't given you the
surprise yet!" exclaimed Kelly.
 
   "I thought that having sex with the two of you was it," I said,
confused.
 
   "Anybody could had seen where that was going from about 10 minutes
after Sarah arrived," explained Kelly.  "You were just too sweet of a
husband to see it.  The real surprise," she continued, "Is that Sarah
is spending the whole weekend with us.  Now let's get some sleep;
you're going to need your rest."
 
   They curled up beside me, one under each arm, and pulled the
blankets on top of us as we all tried to fall asleep, thinking of what
the weekend held in store for us...
 
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